Browsed byMonth: February 2017

Writing has become more and more difficult as time has went on. I don’t think about writing even close to daily anymore. When I choose to write I feel like there are basically two paths I can go down. I can either go down the path of talking about the unpleasantness of Ava not being in my life and everything that has come along with that, or I can choose the path of hope. Hope usually inspires others and it…

“You’re so strong.” “How do you do it? How do you keep a good attitude when your child died?” “How can you even smile, or laugh, or have hope?” “You’re so brave. I couldn’t handle losing my child.” I know these word and questions are meant with love. I know they’re meant to build me up. I know you’re just trying to let me know that you’re proud of me. But friends, sometimes these words crush my heart. These words and these…